Last night my purse was stolen from the bar. The bar I work in. The bar where everyone knows who I am, and I know everyone... I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe this.
My purse had my phone, car and house keys, and wallet. My wallet had all my tips from the week... about two hundred dollars, my credit card, check card, ID... Everything.
...And when I called my parents crying this morning about how upset and scared I was, my dad calmly asked if I had enough to pay my cell phone bill.
I can't believe this. Any of it.
About Me
- This Exquisite Madness
- Reno, Nevada, United States
- I have no idea where I'm going and even less of a clue how to get there.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry!
I wish I had a million dollars so I could give you $200.
And a pay-as-you-go phone.
I'm so sorry...
Um... Here's good news though: I am getting the studio. I checked it out tonight and I'm going creatively crazy. I need a core group of writers. You have an invitation. But you'll need to make a weekly writer's meeting... Naturally. Come to Minneapolis. Do you know how I sick I get of begging you???
Again, I'm sorry that this happened to you.
That's shitty.
I sent this text-message to your phone:
To whomever stole Lauren's purse: not cool. Please return it. You'll sleep easier.
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